Xiao, who was abandoned by the whole world, walked to the street in confusion after experiencing all kinds of people. The feasting and feasting were mixed with the sticky beer on her hair. Xu Xiao just walked like that, crying loudly, and walked to a building where she once stayed. The only place that was home, she looked up, the world was still, she thought of the thunder, the rain fell so quietly, covering her tears, the dim light illuminated the corridor, Lin Feng came behind her with the beer in the plastic bag.
Xu Xiao's rainstorm stopped and she turned her head. For some reason, when she saw this face, she wanted to write a confession to him.
"Classmate Xu, you are not a bad person." This sentence overlapped with a certain moment many years ago, and the overlapping layers condensed into Lin Feng's figure.
So Xu Xiao wrote her confession.
Intention: a compass when you are confused about the future